Story time.

He was all there alone, sitting under that peepal tree and counting something day and night. He loves to watch kids playing out there – different sorts of games, sometimes – football, cricket and at times just running to catch each other’s arms. He always smile to the lovely beauty around him and his favorite sport is to park his wheelchair under that same peepal tree and count and count and watch.

I felt confused observing this behavior of his, so one day i approached him to ask – ‘Hey, what do you count all day long ?’ with a smile he returned the reply,’ The blessings i have that all these kids lack and you know that am winning already in this game’.

That was amazing, an awakened child – lots of physical obstructions, still happy and content maybe that’s what i need to count everyday to win this game of mine πŸ™‚

Story time

By :

Infinite Being ❀

 

 

Unheard

I was born with wings to fly,

but i hardly know i was tagged ‘second sex’,

my wings were cut, broke into pieces,

the day i was sold for societal terms,

to enter into relationship,

not meant for me.

I screamed, i shouted, i suffered,

till i decide to free myself,

to get over suicidal instincts,

and to trust myself, try to regain what i lost in the process,

to free my voice and spread the wisdom of being free.

from :

Infinite Being ❀

 

Story of a chair.

‘When people do sit on you ? How do you feel Mr. chair’, asked the human.

‘Well, i’m glad am of some use to the humankind whose so mean to throw me, kick me and hurt me thinking am inanimate object’, sobbed Mr. Chair and almost broke down when he spoke those 2 heart breaking words –Β inanimate objects. Handing him the handkerchief, the human heart cracked inside just to see the state he made of creatures both animate and mute around.

An ambulance was called carrying a carpenter to fix Mr. Chair’s grief – a heartbreak, clearly he showed the signs of depression, tired of serving, haunted with human presence for years.

And every news channel flooded with the reports and questions never to be answered, what kind of development is this ? Where are the rights of a chair ? Who permitted trees to be chopped off to be converted into furniture ? Who will take care of plastic ones when broken ?

Mr. Chair went through various treatments finally, unable to survive the heartbreak had to left this world with last words on his lips,’ If ever i was reborn, i’ll never be a human’.

That’s we are.

Make your human avatar of some use not misuse.

Short story from :

Infinite being ❀

 

Am I late ??

Heya,

Dear Readers,

On 15 Dec. My blog turned 1, cute baby of 1 with all its ups and downs, expressions, ideas, opinions and love I tried to shower on it and will always. The next best mode of expression for me without wasting papers which I used to do and sometimes, even now. May this blog grow more and more, no matter if I handle it or someone else, so keep supporting and not to miss my buddies I made here who are reservoir of new horizon and ideas. We don’t know each other yet share a bond with ideas.

Plus, I got married this month of the year which has increased my responsibilities and reduced my time but today, I resolved to write and be present as Infinite Being to let others know – am coming back soon and with greater zeal πŸ™‚

Till next time !

Stay blessed !

Love from

Infinite Being πŸ’“

Loveology – out of course.

I was reader by chance,

Tasting the love that exists in the world,

Until I met him, the love of my heart,

The eternal bliss to depend upon,

The eternal me to love,

There’s no you and I,

Earlier, it was just ME,

The entire whole ME,

And then you ring inside me like an unexplored subject of LOVEOLOGY.

P.S : Hope it makes sense. Till next time !

With πŸ’“ Infinite Being.

Rightfully wrong.

How pure we were, when born and how the spoiled adults made of us in a course of time, it’s remarkable to see how generations are spoiling generations with limited knowledge and perspective to glue newbies to so called ‘LIFE’, projecting their insecurities and never accepting them.

Here’s 3 rightfully wrongs to be beware of :

  1. God is up : No, god is not up. It’s right inside you and you need not to search him anywhere then within and within every other being. God must be laughing on us stating,’Morons, will search everywhere except within, for me’. 😁
  2. Control : Day before yesterday i saw ‘Love you zindagi’ trailer and i was mesmerized with the idea that how since childhood we are taught to supress than express and later on which create various psychological and communication issues that may lead to suicidal instincts or purgation of emotions in a wrong way.😢
  3. Competition : We are not born for it, to compete or so called theory of survival. Our essence knows what we are and how much and for how long we can go with our natural, in built self. In way of fixing, spoiled Adults actually break up, letting the natural light to burn in hell 😒

So, it’s important for us to make our next GEN smarter and capable but not with old values and rigid ideas, if this was the case we won’t have creativity and abundant opportunities around instead 9 to 5 work.

Think about it and pls counter attack, if you disagree in any way. Stay Amazing😊

With πŸ’— Infinite Being.

Infinite Bliss

Ring the music in my heart of Infinite bliss and love,

Tear apart the rhythm that makes no sense at all,

Include the sounds and your heartbeats,

Giving them a shape of a full fledged being,

Providing super power that dissolves everything yet remains apart,

distinct and firmly grounded on the Infinite note and rhythm,

Create a new me,

Let the old me go venture out like a daring soul,

Now, don’t you speak a word, let me inhale and exhale the real part of that Infinite Bliss…

P.S : Let me know if this piece makes sense.

Till next time ! Stay blessed πŸ™‚

Blog buddies.

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Like any other buddies in real life, blog buddies are equally amazing people of this digital world called Internet where we create, express, share, agree, disagree, contradict and find worthy people worth talking to and learn new things from. so, in a way am lucky enough to get so many lovely people around me to boost me and share the happiness of creating and writing.

Till next time.

I am a blog buddy withΒ Blog Chatter.

Who Am I ?

The last time i asked this question –Β Who am I ?Β i possibly end this with a very profound line that it’s not body that am made of, it is something eternal, that’s indivisible, cannot be destroyed and up above like you’re the spectator of most of the things going around. And this time too, few days back i asked the same question and i was convinced am not what people see me as in physical terms and at least being a descendent of God, am not that limited in my powers. Then my mind wandered to those saptrishis who were reservoirs of eternal power and bliss. I hardly doubt their powers because whatever in terms of miracles we are doing by creating new discoveries are already there around us that we have forgotten. The changed climatic conditions, scenario and what not we have spoiled as proud and brat homo sapiens.

so, back on who am I ? It raised more questions than satisfying me with an answer to calm my mind. If am a soul, then why this soul, why this body, why these activities, why am behind materialistic things, why i want to be remembered, why exactly people die, why Bhagvata Gita has so much relevance ? Why ? Why ? These Why put more Whys in my way and till i get the answers why not you ask the same question yourself –Β Who Am I ?Β 

Till next time ! May God bless you with the same question.

WOW – ‘Dear 16 year old me’

Dear Shalini Sharrma,

Hope you’re doing good because am fine here and today, I will revive your memory when you were just baby 16, that fatty, cutie 16 πŸ˜€ You wished to be an engineer but the moment you were given the choice between commerce and commerce, you chose commerce and shed few tears to move on in life.

I still remember the day when you confessed to your mother that you hardly want to change your school as you love your friends and their aura but again when she gave the argument of ‘You’re a way smarter in terms of making friends. You hardly have to worry about making friends’ and you had to chose between new school and new school, so you chose new school where you entered with baby steps keeping that heartbeat at a normal rate. And within a month you had so many amazing classmates to call friends and from where you got your 2 besties.

There and then you decided you’ll be an entrepreneur as you love business with ethics, ethics was something your focus was on since you got introduced with the subject and your favorite teacher, the one and only Rajni mam who’s again business studies teacher whom you adore and respect alot irrespective of the entire class who called her ‘Hitler’. Her hopes and love for you was immense and not to forgot that leopard like reading speed with which you always amaze your colleagues and teacher with and that scholar of your class, always requesting you to go a bit slow in reading lessons and in turn you increase your speed and conclude the chapter in few minutes (Let go that fatty scholar with green coat, he will surely read this again at home) πŸ˜€

That canteen samsosa which was you and your bestie’s favorite, your hyper attention and activeness during games period and decision to play Kho – Kho and then Judo at state level. To skip classes and then make an excuse of being a sports girl, preparing for matches πŸ˜€ Β That first stance of infatuation – that maturity which was yet to come to differentiate love and attraction and to settle your attraction for a friend, making him your best friend forever.

Studying whole heartedly to be independent, preparing for every single chotu test and scoring full marks in that. Shattered dreams whenever you score less than that, that stupid quest of being at top. Falling and picking up yourself and partially by parents to ensure that you learn life lessons properly. That new excitement to try everything in dress, sports and bunk (although, i hardly bunk).

And that stupid declaration that you’ll be married by 24, amazing all your other friends who were better at wedding plans and all πŸ˜‰

That stupid holi celebrations that you always hid from and just forcefully attacked by your friends and family, that care free nature about your skin and using every other product fearlessly, how much you have changed in skin care perspective at least πŸ˜€

The 1st time you read Shiv Khera’s YOU CAN WIN that brain stormed the perspective that others gave you and your eye popping reaction to that new world full of positive energy and possibilities that eventually transformed you as a READER you’re now.

To give up the stage fear and prove your confident self. I loved the way you were so exciting, spirited and adventurous, giving outlet to every single new thing you want to try. Now, in my 20s as am becoming an adult, i am realizing my heart no longer wants to play out as it used to. Although, am still fun loving, kiddish at heart, a learner and still dream to be an entrepreneur, nature of a person hardly changes. Right πŸ˜‰

Dear, 16 year old me. Don’t you worry your Shalini is just the same with new software of adults installed and still wish to experience every adventure sport of the world πŸ˜€

With Love

One and only Shalini Sharrma

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